Doorways.

The dream started like this.

     a quiet street

        with no lights

             and I'm alone.

I moved from 

block to block

with trash moving 

around my ankles 

like cats begging for

attention. It was 

so vivid that I 

could read the headlines

on the newspapers 

as they floated by 

like tumbleweeds.

They said, "Havoc 

in the pockets of those 

who think they are in charge!"

and "The doorway is 

closing, if you don't run 

you'll never make it!"

So I carved a bouquet 

of roses into the street 

and signed your name

because I knew that 

eventually;

you'd find your way here.